fucking around with a married woman in a barn (part I)
chadwick
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and we tear it all apart
the evening making our bed of hay
old barn leans
weathered wind storm red
you’re always streaking away
never mine beside the water
only mine
fields
empty dry fields
nothing green
but you hurry back
and all of it bursts with emeralds
like all the intricate details are ours
even birdsongs sing
as they die for our parting ways
like a scratched record skipping
Love song
the evening making our bed of hay
old barn leans
weathered wind storm red
you’re always streaking away
never mine beside the water
only mine
fields
empty dry fields
nothing green
but you hurry back
and all of it bursts with emeralds
like all the intricate details are ours
even birdsongs sing
as they die for our parting ways
like a scratched record skipping
Love song
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Godfather.
Send my credentials to the house of detention